Let's not talk about the snow.
Or my shoveling-sore back, arms, and hands.
Or my numb face from the dentist (an unpleasant, but happily not painful experience).
Here. Have a crappy picture of a hyacinth.
See him poking out?
That there is hope in a pot of dirt. And do I ever need some hope right now.
How are you?
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